Don't stare in the mirror

for too long.

It revealed our true

forms.

Ronin's true appearance

doesn't look like the one

I just saw with my own

eyes.

For in the mirror,

he looks like he

did on the day

I left him.

On that day when

the sky was a

crimson red.

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During our

high school

days,

Ronin wore a

white bowl

cut style,

often wearing

red contacts.

Along his neck

is a deep sliced

wound while

his school

uniform

looks all dirty

and unkempt

with dried

blood.

Lots of it.

My appearance

on other hand,

is rather gone

until you step

closer and look

to the ground.

My body is lying face

on the ground,

while the rest of my

body is twisted and

broken in many

ways.

We look like beautiful monsters.

Vengeful ghost on a insane

rampage.